“My boots?”
Skylar nods. “I don’t want to wear that shitty brown colour anymore.”
I try unsuccessfully to stifle a laugh.
“What are you talking about?”
“Those shitty boots that Granddad wants me to wear when I’m in the field.”
“You go into the field?” Rian asks, surprised.
“There’s fuck all else to do, and I get bored. What am I supposed to do, sit indoors all day?”
I should bring up the fact that she keeps sayingshitandfuck, but I let it slide this time. I want to see where she’s going with this.
“But my boots aren’t made for mud. Or rain!”
Skylar shrugs.
“What if they don’t fit?”
“I’m a size 38,” she says. “I’d guess you’re about a 39.”
“She got you there,” I comment, filling with pride, for some unknown reason.
“Fine!” Rian gives in. “I’ll bring them over tomorrow.” She stretches her hand out, and Skylar shakes it.
Wait a moment; did they just make this agreement so that they can stand here and gossip about me?
Fuck.
“Kerry slept with the headmistress.”
“What?!” Rian yells.
“I never confirmed it,” I tell Skylar. “You’re the one who’s so convinced.”
“And when did this happen?”
“The first night we got here.”
Rian glares at me.
“It’s not what you think: she initiated it, I promise.”
“Sure. Next you’ll be saying she leapt on top of you and pinned you down.”
Not exactly – but shedidleap on top of me, after we’d both given our consent pretty explicitly.
“Well, it can’t have gone that well if she’s here now, with Hayes.”
“That’s different. Can we please not talk about it?”
“But you still have to give us an explanation as to why we’re here.”
“I didn’t ask either of you to come with me. You just tagged along.”
“Look, there’s a table free,” Skylar says, interrupting us. “If we sit there, they won’t be able to see us.”
